Dara was sitting at the Ravenclaw talbe eating breakfast.

Wickery saw a kind looking woman sitting down at the Ravenclaw table.
"What are you doing up so early?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing really, just reading, studying, drawing, writing a letter to my mom, organizing today's schedule, and trying to figure out the next few lines to the poem I am writing. How about you?"

Wickery was a bit aghast.
"uh.. I.. uh..well I just wanted to be first in line for the Strawberry strudel."

"Oh, yes I forgot to add that also, actually I already ate some, it was very good. You were wise to want to be first in line."

"I see there is plenty still" said Wickery as he piled on two strudels, some bacon, a waffle, the pitcher of sweet syrup, and a chalace of cranberry juice.

"So what year are you in."

"I'm a fourth year." he said.
"Do you do Quiddich?"

"I'm the captian and the keeper. Would you like to join?"

"Well sure!" said Wichery, a bit tierd yet excited.
"When do I try out?"

"Um, I don't really have a specified time yet, what position do you want."

[Lunch]

A paper plane flew smack onto the table infront of Dara.


Inside was a note that said:
Your hair looks great today!
Just thought I'd tell you.
-Odin

Dara opened it and read it she scribbled something back and set it over to the hufflepuff table.